Page 61 of Avenging Kelly

I sucked his cock into my mouth and bobbed on it, keeping my eyes planted on his handsome face. He watched me closely, a sexy smile lighting up his expression. I never wanted to be without the man. I knew I was becoming co-dependent, but he was my hero… my love… my life.

Tilting my head back and pulling him closer, his cock slid into my throat, and I swallowed around it. “Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned. I loved hearing the fucker lose himself in me.

Holding up my hand, I slid my fingers into his mouth where he licked them and got them dripping in saliva so that when I reached around his hips, they were slick enough to go into his tight ass. As he pulled his cock back, I took a breath and pulled him closer again, continuing to finger fuck him. He seemed to like what I was doing, and for several minutes, we had the perfect rhythm.

“I’m gonna… oh yeah,” London gasped before he held my face close to him, his cock sliding down my throat as I stroked his prostate with my middle finger. His cock jerked in my mouth just before he emptied himself. I held my breath until he slumped, bracing his hands on my shoulders to stay on his feet.

He slowly pulled away, and I stood, kissing him with a mouthful of his jizz. He moaned and groaned as we shared it, and I wanted to do it all over again. Instead, I took him into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and undressed myself while he wrestled to get his boots and socks off so he could slide off the rest of his clothes.

The two of us climbed into the small shower. “What about you?” London asked as I squirted body wash into my hand.

“What about me? I’ll need to wash those pants,” I joked. We both laughed as I cleaned him from head to toe. I wanted him to feel my love, just in case…

24

LONDON

Having slept like shit, I finally got out of bed at six and called Casper’s work number to leave a message. “Go for Casper.”

I waited for a beep, thinking it was his voicemail. Instead I got, “Narc? What’s up?”

“What the hell are you doing at the office?”

Casper chuckled. “The correct question should be ‘what did you find for me, Casper?’” The guy really was a one-in-a-million.

“Okay. What—”

“My much better half is doing a sunrise wedding. I went to the Upper West Side to help him set up at midnight, and then I came to work so I could dig into this Frances Ritchfield thing,” Casper stated. The guy was truly a marvel at his job.

“Ah. So—”

“Know this, Narc. Ask your questions now because I was promised lunchtime sex by my very handsome husband. I’m here to pass the time until noon. I love lunchtime sex because my guy is on fire after a successful wedding, and I won’t explain that further, but after I regain the ability to move, he makes me an incredible lunch. Parker has been teaching Maxim to cook, and I’ve been working out twice a day with Duke to keep from having to lay on the bed to zip my pants. So—”

I butted in, not wanting to hear anything more about his and Maxim’s sex life. “Yeah, that won’t be a problem for Kelly and me. Toast and sandwiches are about as much as we’ve been able to master. Oh, it was fucking awesome when Rafe was with us on Hope Island. That guy can cook. Now, tell me what you’ve got.”

“Tell your man he’s HIV negative. I know that’s worrying him, and Ritchfield has every detail of his medical history in a file I found on her computer. Hell, it would worry me, so let him know,” Casper insisted.

That was when things came together for me about why we hadn’t had actually fucked the previous night and why he’d refused to let me blow him, claiming he was exhausted. I hated he’d worried about his status and hadn’t talked to me about it. We’d need to work on communicating when this fresh hell was over.

“Did you find anything on LaDonna Ritchfield?”

Casper cleared his throat. “Yeah. I found that and a lot more. Frances Ritchfield had a daughter with her ex-husband, Bernhard Ritchfield, during their brief marriage. When the two of them got divorced, she lost custody of the girl because—” Casper trilled his tongue like a drumroll, the goofball—“her husband could show cause that his wife was mentally unstable.” A rimshot sound followed.

I chuckled. “Nice. You really are a one-man band. So, who the fuck would put her in charge of Operation Jackpot if she’s a nut?” My choice of words wasn’t exactly kind, but that bitch had plucked my last fucking nerve.

“Seems Trudeau was a former Marine Raider until he got busted down for getting in a bar fight and cutting a civilian’s throat, though that was kept under the radar and called self-defense.” Of course he was…

“He was relegated to Pendleton to assist with training. He missed Duke by a year—wait till I tell John Wayne Chambers that one. Anyway, somewhere along the way, I’m guessing, he got a little taste of what his half-brother was selling and pondered the potential to make a fortune… back then, Ricky was a small-time pimp and dealer. It gets worse from there.”

“Ritchfield had all of that information?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. She has dossiers on all the people she knows. Not very trusting, I’d say. My guess is she’s blackmailing a few people to afford her Spires Tower apartment,” Casper speculated.

“I really don’t give a shit about everyone. What does she have on Kelly?”

“She’s obsessed with him. When he was court-martialed for going AWOL, she got permission to attend the hearing from General Andrew Tensley because she already had Jeremy Orr and Brian Coffey in her program, and she wanted one more perfect specimen. She kept a diary…” Casper told me. God, it was getting worse.

“Please, don’t read it to me. So, do we have a thread yet? Do we know how all of those assholes fit together?” I needed some sort of answer why someone would do what they were doing—pimping and impregnating young girls to sell their babies, and god knew what else.

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